Beneath the dim sky.
Beside the eerie old house came sparse, rustling sounds. Holding lanterns, everyone dug into the soil beneath a strange old tree with blackened bark. From the look of it, they had been digging for quite a while.
A pit gradually appeared before them.
The soil inside the pit was black as well, giving off a rotten stench, as though it had formed after being mixed with blood and flesh and left to decay.
Yang Jian found this soil somewhat familiar. It resembled the Grave Soil from Fushouyuan Cemetery in Dahai City.
It was a mixture of mud and flesh, not ordinary soil.
The soil was loose and soft. With only the simplest tools, they could easily dig through it. After digging down more than a meter, the outline of a twisted corpse emerged. The corpse was rotten and reeked horribly, its body entwined with roots, as if the tree had grown by feeding on its nutrients.
The corpse was strange, and the tree had grown in an equally strange manner.
"A corpse in black clothes. Not it." Zhou Deng took one look and immediately shook his head.
"Fill the soil back in," Yang Jian said.
The others were disappointed, but they could only get back to work and refill the pit they had painstakingly dug.
They could only do it manually.
This old forest contained supernatural power, and Yang Jian's Ghost Domain could not affect it. Otherwise, he could have used his Ghost Eye to peer beneath the soil, or even directly move the corpses out.
Unfortunately.
He could not do that.
Neither could anyone else, so they could only use the clumsiest and least efficient method, digging beneath one tree after another.
No one knew what they might find, or what they might dig up.